(Tw: Abuse, violence, isolation, bullying, mentions of rape)

Xavyn cried out as Thiago brought the belt down hard across the skin of his back. His hands were bound, and tied to the bedpost he'd been laid in front of, and each time he was hit, his body jerked, and he tried to shrink away. "Stop fucking squirming!" He had lost count of how many times he'd been hit, and how long it had been going on, but he could feel a sticky sort of wetness almost everywhere on his back, most of it being located to the left of his spine. When Thiago was satisfied, he left his son to wallow in his misery, and left the room, dropping the belt by Xavyn before he walked out. Xavyn trembled, and sobbed against his arms, backing away from the weapon that had been used on him, wondering why life was so cruel to him. He was six years old, isolated from most other villagers, he didn't have any friends, the only other people he even saw were friends of his father. Some of his female friends were overly touchy with Xavyn, in a way he thought adults were only supposed to be with other adults, and every day that passed, he silently begged for death. He wished with all of his heart that his dad would beat him to death.

On a day that Thiago, and his friends ganged up on Xavyn, they decided he was being too loud, and he was kicked out for the day. He felt worthless, and confused, crawling away from his house, and away from other large groups of people. He heard footsteps moving toward him, and he moved away before he even looked at who it was. "Why are you crying?" It was another child's voice, and it made Xavyn peek around the building to see a boy with red hair standing in front of him. Thiago told him about a boy with red hair that was called a demon, and he heard Thiago's friends say the boy didn't deserve to live. Xavyn had no social skills since he wasn't allowed to be around other people, and he was afraid of people. He sniffled, and looked up at the boy, too scared to do anything else. "Hey, you're bleeding. What happened?" Xavyn looked down, and saw blood drip down from a cut on his neck. He reached up, and wiped it off, hissing at the pain from touching the wound, shrinking into a ball, and crying against his arms.

"Can you talk?" The red haired boy asked, wondering if the blue haired boy was old enough, or able, to talk. Xavyn nodded, and tried to stifle his noises as he'd been forced to all day. "I-I'm s-so sor-sorry. I'll b-be good." Xavyn immediately crawled to the boy, and sat on his knees, hands closed to fists on his thighs, with his head hung slightly. "What are you doing?" The boy asked, more confused about the actions than the silence. "I-I'll d-do whate-ever you want." "Tell me your name." "X-Xavyn." "Do you...know who I am, Xavyn?" He shook his head. "My name's Gaara. Can you tell me where that cut came from?" Xavyn shook his head, and dug his nails into his palms. "Why not?" "N-not al-allowed to s-say. I'll g-get in t-trouble." He wiped at his face, trying desperately to stop crying. "Xavyn...is someone hurting you?" "I c-can't tell y-you." "Is there anything I can do to help?" Xavyn moved his arm from his face, and looked at the boy in front of him, curiosity eating at his insides. "Wh-why would y-you wanna help a s-stranger? I'm n-n-no...I'm not special."

"Because you're being nice to me. Nobody else is nice to me..." "Wh-what? Wh-why aren't th-they nice?" Gaara frowned, and played with the sand beneath his legs as he sat criss-cross. "Because they're afraid of me." Xavyn made a confused sound, and watched as Gaara waved his hand above the sand, and it swirled into different shapes, already fearing that Xavyn would run away like the others. To say he was surprised at the other's fascination was an understatement. "W-wow. Th-that's really cool." The more Gaara manipulated the sand, the more relaxed Xavyn became until he'd stopped crying, and started smiling. "Xavyn...do you get hurt?" After a moment of debating, Xavyn nodded. As long as he kept his answers vague, he thought it would be ok. "Why?" "B-because I-I'm...I'm alive. They s-say I sh-should have d-died, and that I'm...too loud." Thiago's voice boomed over the area, and sent Xavyn into a panicked frenzy, scrambling to get away from the voice. "Get your ass over here now! If you make me come to you, I swear I'll skin you alive!" Thiago was almost proud to say he beat his son, he knew nobody cared about the boy, and considered him property to do as he pleased with.

As Gaara watched the terrified boy run over to his father, and drop to his knees the same way he'd done moments ago, he put two, and two together. Xavyn was being abused at home, and would be punished for talking about it. There was nothing Gaara could do to keep the boy with him, he knew it would make the situation worse; once he heard the words Thiago called him, he wanted to hide away from the world, and take Xavyn with him. He watched Thiago drag his son away by his hair, and the yelps of pain made something in his chest hurt. Over the course of weeks, Gaara would find Xavyn hiding as far away from people as he could, and he became increasingly terrified of anything that moved around him, wore longer clothes until almost his entire body was covered, his stutter took over every word he spoke, and he became ill to the point that he would throw up from fear alone.

Gaara had no idea what to do, he had never seen such a thing before, and it wasn't like anyone would be willing to help the two. He quickly learned that while people viewed him as a monster who didn't deserve to live around normal people, people treated Xavyn as an object whose only purpose was to be used to fulfill anyone's desires, and tossed away when they became bored of him. He found out one way Xavyn was used when he found the boy crawling on his hands, and knees to get in the shade of a nearby building, and couldn't sit on his behind. When he found out the cause for the boy's pain, he was horrified, disgusted, and angry all in one. Between hiccups, and sobs, Xavyn begged him not to leave, begged him to stay by his side. Gaara sat down next to him but didn't touch him, for fear of making him even more afraid than he already was. "G-Gaara I'm s-sorry!" "Huh? What for?" "I-I'm s-so p-pathetic, and...a-and useless. I'm...only m-making y-your life harder." "No you're not. I'm sorry I can't help you, I don't know what to do."

"I'm s-sorry." "You don't have to be sorry, it's not your fault." Xavyn sat up, tears streaming down his face, and he pressed his face into the blankets of the bed he was in. He was much better at stifling any noise his body made, as an adult, than he was as a child, but Gaara didn't sleep, and knew he was awake; he rubbed his partner's back in slow, soothing circles. Xavyn lurched up, and spun to the side, eyes wild, and terrified until they found Gaara's familiar face, and he calmed down somewhat. "S-sorry, I'm sorry." He shrank into himself in an effort to prevent any attack, but Gaara simply shushed him, and pulled him onto his lap to let him cry. "I understand, Xavyn. I'm not going to hit you, I'm never going to hit you." Xavyn dug his fingertips into Gaara's arms, never his nails, and focused on his partner, his scent, the feeling of his warm body against his own, and the calm, gentle tone he spoke in. Finally, he could relax, and he moved to get off Gaara's lap but changed his mind, and hugged him tightly instead. "Th-thank you." He whispered, afraid to make any noise.

"I'm here, Xavyn. I'm here for you, I'll never leave your side. You don't have to be alone, and afraid anymore." Gaara opened Xavyn's closed fist, and kissed his fingertips, then his palm, then he looked up to see a light blush spread across Xavyn's cheeks. Xavyn moved his hand from Gaara's arm to his hair, and ran his hand through it, gently massaging at his scalp. Gaara sighed softly, and leaned against the hand, his own hands moving to Xavyn's hips, and gently running his nails up, and down the skin, hearing his partner's breath hitch in response. "C-can I k-kiss you?" "Yes, anything you want." Xavyn leaned down, cautious, and hesitant, giving Gaara a chance to change his mind, but the elder leaned up, and sealed their lips in a soft kiss. Xavyn moaned quietly, and his breath came out shuddery, Gaara holding him tighter so he could shift them, and lay his partner on his back. Gaara kept his hands traveling all over his partner's body as they kissed, and it led to clothes being tugged off and tossed aside until they were both nude; as nude as Xavyn could get, that meant his shirt remained on while everything else came off.

Since his torso was the place Thiago hurt him most, he was more self conscious of it than of the rest of his body. While Gaara wished Xavyn could see his own beauty, he would never force the other to do something. "Is this ok?" He asked against Xavyn's jaw. "Yes, it's ok. Please don't stop." That was the first time he'd heard Xavyn tell him not to stop, and he took advantage of it, kissing to Xavyn's neck and nipping across it, to his throat. Xavyn kept one hand on Gaara's back, running his nails down, in different shapes and patterns. The kisses turned into pecks, into nips, and once he got to the top of the shirt, Gaara nuzzled at the chest beneath it. He wasn't expecting his partner to want to go too much farther, he suspected it was the intimacy he craved. "Xavyn, can I lift your shirt a little? I won't take it off." Fear dashed through Xavyn's mind, along with thoughts of his ugliness and worthlessness, but one thought shoved them all away. He trusted Gaara with his whole being and if his partner wanted to hurt him, he would have done so already.

"Y-you can t-take it off if-if you want." "Are you sure?" Xavyn nodded and slowly moved his arms above his head to get the material off easier and it was tossed to a different part of the room. The burns, the scratches, scars from being cut, discoloration in the skin that Gaara was too scared to ask the source of, marred Xavyn's pale skin and left the texture of it very strange. Bumpy, rough, jagged, uneven, some deep and some shallow, Gaara felt them all. He gently ran his fingertips around each mark, keeping an attentive eye on the reactions he got. He found the words 'demon lover' cut into the skin and going down Xavyn's right ribs, and his heart clenched at the sight. Xavyn noticed the pause in Gaara's actions and he squirmed slightly, becoming more embarassed as time passed. "I'm so sorry, none of it should have happened." Gaara placed gentle kisses on each letter and Xavyn felt warmth spread where his skin was touched, it felt hottest at the points of contact; his breath became less choppy and he was soon putty in Gaara's hands. "If...if it didn't happen, I w-wouldn't have met you."

The elder smiled and had to agree, saying that their meeting was the best thing to come from their childhood. Xavyn brought Gaara up for another kiss, his left hand slowly trailing down the other's body to his groin and running his thumb along the area. "Xavyn...you don't have to." "I can do it, I want to. Can I?" "Just stop if you need to." Xavyn nodded and wrapped his hand around the base of Gaara's cock, gliding up to the head and swiping his fingertip along the tip of it. Gaara shuddered looked between their bodies, watching his partner's hand move on his cock was more arousing than he thought it'd be. Xavyn moved his hand faster and gently squeezed, his other hand searching for Gaara's. "That feels good, Cupcake." A shiver ran up the younger's spine at the use of the nickname Gaara gave him, and he moved down to take Gaara's cock in his mouth. The elder struggled not to buck his hips and fisted the blanket beneath him, a breathy moan falling from his parted lips. The movements were slow and sensual, more intimate than they'd done in the past.

Heat and arousal coursed through their veins as Xavyn gripped the other's hips and brought him further down until he'd deep-throated him, Gaara whining softly and running his hand through Xavyn's hair. Xavyn focused on the body above him, every sigh, gasp and moan he was allowed to hear, and it sent chills all over his body, he closed his eyes and breathed through his nose, bobbing his head slowly and keeping himself about halfway down. Under the sheets, he was half hard, but he paid himself no mind. He gave into his instincts and let Gaara rock his hips, moving one hand to massage the sack in front of his chin. Gaara's whines became throaty moans and he started to shake, sweat was making his hair stick to his forehead and Xavyn could taste pre-cum on the back of his tongue. He slowly pulled back and took a deep breath, looking up at Gaara's pleasure contorted face. "Do...do you need to stop?" The elder asked. "No, I don't wanna stop. I want you to cum, Gaara." His dick twitched and he moaned, laying down on his stomach next to Xavyn. He rolled onto his back and propped a knee up, Xavyn crawling over him to peck him on the lips before moving his way down the neck to the chest and lick around Gaara's left nipple.

He grunted quietly as his nipple was nipped at before Xavn moved to the other one. Gaara kept a hand in the younger's hair and gripped and tugged as he kissed down his torso. Xavyn took Gaara's weeping cock in hand once more and looked up at his partner as he kissed the tip. "X-Xavyn don't tease me, please." The younger closed his mouth around the head and moved down til his nose brushed his hand, then he slowly pulled back up, hollowing his cheeks, and bobbed his head again, milking Gaara and wrapping his tongue around the thick cock. Gaara moaned and his back arched, pleasure heating him to the core and making him dizzy. "Cupcake.." The way the nickname was moaned made Xavyn both aroused and honored, he bobbed his head faster in an effort to bring Gaara to orgasm. It didn't take much longer, the elder was squirming from the buildup and he snuck a peek down to look at Xavyn. His boyfriend was making small noises of pleasure and his eyes were closed in bliss, pink dusted his cheeks and the way his mouth closed over his cock, creating slurping noises as he moved, was nothing short of obscene.

Gaara's eyes rolled back as he moaned a curse, back arching and his cock was pushed deeper into the younger's throat, he reached above his head and scrambled for something to hold onto as waves of ecstacy rolled into his body and he trembled as his cock spurted, Xavyn swallowed every drop that hit his throat, forcing himself to stay relaxed and breathe around it. When Gaara's body had nothing left to give, his cock was released and Xavyn crawled up beside him, curling up around Gaara's side. He kissed the other's arm and part of his chest while he came down from his high, and Gaara couldn't find the strength to do anything but breathe. "Xavyn...when I...get my breath back-" "No. Not this time." Gaara managed to turn his head and he was met with a look in his partner's eye that told him he was in no state to be touched the same way he was. He reached a hand up to brush hair out of Xavyn's eyes and rolled to his side so he could look at him more comfortably.

"If you really don't want to-" "I don't." There was sadness in Xavyn's voice that made Gaara's chest hurt like he'd been stabbed. "Is the thought of me touching you that's...causing you to feel this way?" Xavyn nodded, never lying to his boyfriend about how he felt. "I don't want you to trouble yourself over me. It's not a big deal." Where Xavyn's arousal was pressing against his belly, almost poking it, he could feel it soften as his partner spoke. "I won't do anything you're not comfortable with, but you should know...I...I like when you're happy and when you feel good. And I like making you happy. Do I do it wrong, do I hurt you?" "No, heavens no. It's just that...compared to you, I'm a nobody. I'm worth less than nothing and sometimes I wonder...if this is all a dream and I'll wake up in my dad's house tied to the bed." Gaara pulled Xavyn against him and wrapped his arms around his cold partner. "I promise you this is real. I'm real, I'm right here. I'm not going to leave you." Xavyn nuzzled at Gaara's chest and let the words soothe him back to sleep.